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Just Rewards

The Forsworn Retribution
Part IV - "Mercenaries"
By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson
Original Date Written: April 25, 2014

The trip back to Markarth was marred by only a single unpleasantry: a desperate thief with very poor choice in targets. Confronting the group head-on, and in broad daylight to boot, the Khajiit had demanded that everyone hand over their valuables, threatening them with nothing but a steel dagger. Maximus and the others had simply glanced at one another in bewilderment, then openly drew their weapons. The foolish Khajiit turned tail and ran, sprinting off into the distance. When Maximus demanded to know why Bunny hadn’t taken him down with an arrow before he could vanish, Bunny meekly admitted that she couldn’t stomach the thought of firing into the fleeing man’s back.

Maximus had known he couldn’t argue her point without making himself look heartlessly bloodthirsty, and so didn’t bother. That didn’t mean he was happy with Bunny, however...He made up for swallowing his argument by spanking her red, that following night. Maximus didn’t explain what had brought on the rough punishment, and Bunny didn’t ask. She was probably just happy that he was paying attention to her, in her own little masochistic way. The morning after getting spanked to a sizzle, Bunny urged the group to go off of the established paths, leading the group on a long path back to Markarth through the highlands.

Maximus wondered if Bunny was taking the group on a longer trek than was necessary, perhaps simply to arouse his ire. He remembered smiling to himself at the mere thought. If she was actually looking to be punished, it wouldn’t really be punishment anymore, would it? It’d be better to deny her, to keep the pain and pleasure out of her grasp. Maximus’ theory was all but proven true, as after several hours of trekking through rough country, Bunny seemed to grow discouraged. She led everyone back to established paths, then fell silent for the remainder of the trip to Markarth.

Maximus only let her carry on in that melancholic state for about an hour, however. Once he gave her a glance and smirked, she perked up and smiled giddily. Once she knew he had understood, she was beaming the whole way back to Markarth. It was just a little game, some playful banter, something to give him an excuse to “punish” her...And, knowing he wouldn’t fall for it simply made it all the more sweet, for Bunny. The fact that the others had been dragged along for their unconventional flirting was just an inconvenience. As the city came into view, Bunny slipped away, promising to keep out of sight until the others came out for her. With the sun dipping low in the sky, the group’s prospects for shops to visit were quickly dwindling. Splurging with their newfound wealth would have to wait for another day.

After trekking through hard country for days at a time, Svetlana politely pointed out that everyone could probably do with a bath, as well as a washing of their clothes and armour. Maximus simply took her word for it. Before he was willing to leave the city, however, he sent the Dunmer into the inn for some bottles of mead, and Svetlana into the general store for some cheap potions. Svetlana seemed a little bitter at the idea of purchasing healing potions, perhaps out of a belief that the items would undermine her position in the team. Despite that, she did as Maximus willed, walking off into the nearby store.

Maximus, meanwhile, made his way back to Understone Keep, hoping to catch the steward for his reward. Running up the many stone stairways of Markarth two steps at a time, he jogged into the massive Dwemer palace, Forsworn axe in hand. As he went up the final staircase, he failed to notice the Thalmor trio watching him, standing near the top. The male agent and one of the female bodyguards simply stared at Maximus, giving him disdainful, condescending looks. Perhaps Svetlana had had a greater point than he had realized? Just as he reached the top of the stairs, the second female bodyguard raised her chin, briskly stepping towards him. This action earned glances from her comrades, suggesting the trio hadn’t originally been intending to harass Maximus.

Maximus nearly jumped when the Altmer woman marched up in front of him, barking out “Stop!” Looking up at her, he raised an eyebrow, breathing just a little heavily from his run up to that point. He needed a moment to discern her from her near-identical sister-in-arms, but Maximus eventually realized that this woman was the same High Elf to warn him about Talos worship, during his first trip to the palace. Was badgering him going to become a new hobby, of her’s? If Maximus didn’t know any better, he’d think the elf was paying so much attention to him out of infatuation. Just the thought nearly made him snicker. Trying not to sound too coy, he asked her what the problem was.

The Altmer stared hard into his eyes, briefly pointing at the axe in his hands. Coldly, she demanded “Why are you running through the palace like a madman, waving an axe around?” Maximus’ first instinct was to tell her to go fellate a troll, but he managed to filter the words out before they left his lips. Even if her allies weren’t so close, mouthing off to a Thalmor agent would be tantamount to delivering his own death sentence. As courteously as he could manage, he said “By the Eight, I didn’t startle you, did I? I apologize. I was just in a hurry to claim a bounty for putting down some Forsworn. This here axe is my proof.” The Altmer’s brow sharply sank. Coldly, she snapped out “Startle me? Watch your tongue, Imperial. You’re beginning to come across as seditious.”

Maximus glanced towards the Mournful Throne, his respectful facade quickly dissipating. If she had nothing important to say, he had better things to do than stand around and let some uppity elf waste his time. Casually, he said “I’ll keep that in mind. Now, as for my pay-” The Altmer stopped him when he tried to walk around her, raising an arm and thrusting her hand into his chest, pushing him back in front of her. The aggressive action earned the attention of both the Thalmor agents and the Jarl’s court. The steward, the Housecarl, even the middle-aged Jarl on his throne, all ceased their conversation and perked up at the simmering confrontation.

The male Thalmor agent furrowed his brow, curtly snapping “Anya.” The female Altmer continued to confront Maximus, staring hard down into his eyes. Maximus all but lost his composure at the push she gave him, his thinly concealed hatred for the Thalmor threatening to ooze up to the surface at any moment. Openly glaring at her, he said nothing, waiting for her to dare try attacking him, again. Raerek glanced at the Jarl’s Housecarl, a Redguard woman in steel armour. She nodded at him, and the two quickly headed over towards Maximus.

Clearly trying to play the diplomat, Raerek held up his hands as he approached, trying to disarm the two with a jovial tone of voice. “Come now, what’s all this? What’s gotten in to you two? Surely this is just a miscommunication. I’m sure Maximus meant no disrespect, he’s simply eager for his reward, isn’t he?” Maximus, still staring into the Altmer’s eyes, gave a little nod. The Redguard woman picked up where Raerek left off, coolly saying “But he could’ve carried himself in a more reasonable manner, and not charged about so brashly. Right?” Maximus didn’t nod. Instead, the Altmer did. Raerek stepped closer to the two, trying to put his arms between them, carefully trying to separate them. Calmly, he added “Alright, no harm, no foul. Nobody was hurt, and everyone admits that everyone could’ve handled this a little better. We’ve all got more important things to do.”

Neither Maximus nor Anya budged. It wasn’t until her superior officer called her that she moved. The Thalmor agent, glancing at the Redguard woman, flatly said “Leave him, Anya. You have more important matters to attend to.” The Altmer woman blinked. In a just slightly amenable tone, she said “Of course. You’re right.” Somewhat caustically, she added “He’s not worth it.” Maximus stared at her as she started walking away, and she, likewise, refused to break eye contact until she was near her superior officer. Only once she was by his side and he had turned to walk away, did she finally stop meeting Maximus’ eyes. Raerek subtly breathed a sigh of relief. Once the Thalmor trio was out of earshot, Maximus smirked.

Glancing between Raerek and the Redguard, he commented “Is that a High Elf’s idea of foreplay, or something?” Neither the Redguard nor the aging Nord cracked a smile. Quite sternly, the Housecarl said “You have no idea how close you just came to disaster. I’d walk quietly around those three, from now on. Another foolish encounter like that, and they’ll want you for...Questioning.” As if he were eager to change the subject, Raerek spoke under his breath, adding “Quite. The less attention you bring on to yourself from those three, Maximus, the better you’ll be. Now, as for the bounty, I assume this axe is proof of your journey? It’s quite obviously of Forsworn make.”

Maximus held up the axe, presenting the two with his trophy. Still smirking, he said “Yeah. Turns out there were Forsworn skulking around the mines...Not many, but enough. The man who owns the mines thought they might’ve been watching in case he sent any gifts to Markarth. I guess that would’ve been ore free of charge, or something? Anyway, my team and I got rid of them.” The Redguard woman took the axe from Maximus’ hands, then rolled her wrist around to get a feel for the weapon. Examining it as she spun it around, she eventually passed it back to Maximus, approvingly raising an eyebrow.

She glanced at Raerek, then said “It’s genuine, all right. Can practically smell the Hagraven, off of it.” Maximus subtly glanced upwards. Raerek gave a nod, slowly letting out a deep exhale. It was quite clear to see that word of Maximus’ success had put the old man at ease. “Good, good. Igmund could use the good news. I’m sure word of your victory will come from Karthwasten, soon enough. But, the axe is proof enough for me. Give me a few minutes, I’ll return with your bounty soon.”

Raerek had turned halfway around when Maximus quickly said “If you have any further bounties related to Forsworn, please, consider our victory, here. My team and I have proven ourselves. Pass the jobs to us, we’ll sort them out.” The Redguard raised her chin, her brow twitching down. Raerek paused, then turned back to look at Maximus. For a moment, he narrowed an eye in curiosity. His tone bordering between confusion and suspicion, he slowly said “My boy, most people aren’t quite so eager to face the Forsworn...Somehow, I get the feeling you’re motivated by a little bit more than wealth. Why exactly do you want to fight those people?”

Maximus raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “Does it really matter?” The Redguard’s brow furrowed deeper. Lowering her chin, she calmly said “Yes, actually. It does. What’re you after, if not coin?” All warm and positive emotions withered away from Maximus’ face. His eyes half-closed, his lips set in a flat line, he glanced from the Redguard to Raerek, then back to the Redguard. Somewhat quietly, rather coldly, he said “You both already know why. Why do most people hate them? The rebellion, some years back? My father and mother were both killed. I have no idea who did it. They might not even be alive, anymore. It doesn’t matter, either way.”

The Redguard subtly swallowed some saliva. Raerek gave a nod, an understanding look quickly filling his eyes. “I see. And you hope that, eventually, you’ll find whoever did it?” Maximus shrugged with his eyebrows, taking in a deep breath as he said “Maybe. Not really. Like I said, the people responsible could already be dead. I accept that. If I can’t punish the individuals, though, then I can make do with punishing the group. Is that enough of an answer for you?” Raerek looked over at the Redguard, who glanced back through the corners of her eyes. Without another word, the mocha-skinned woman turned around, walking back towards the Mournful Throne.

Maximus walked out of Understone Keep a richer man, supporting a hefty sack of Septims under his left arm. A big smile on his face, he made for the front gates to the city, keeping an eye peeled for his Dunmer and priestess playthings. With the sun having made way for Masser and Secunda, the streets were steadily emptying of citizens and visitors, leaving behind numerous guards keeping a vigilant eye out for troublemakers. As Maximus passed by a short stone walkway stretching over the narrow stream that flowed through Markarth, he peered down into the city’s front square, seeing no sign of either Svetlana or the Dunmer. A hand suddenly grabbed him by the arm, squeezing tight near his elbow.

Immediately thinking someone had made the foolish mistake of trying to mug him, he tried yanking his arm free, going for the handle of his sword. His other arm tightened protectively around his new sack of gold, clutching the bulging burden close to the side of his torso. The unseen figure pulled hard on his arm, yanking at him with unexpected strength, managing to turn him around. When Maximus saw who it was, he paused. At first, all he saw was a thick black cloak, the heavy hood pulled up over the figure’s face, completely shadowing it away. Even after he had recognized the cloak, he didn’t call her on her behaviour.

The one arm sticking out from under the cloak let go of him, then reached up. Sabrina slipped back her hood, then dropped her arm back down somewhat abruptly. Maximus couldn’t help but smile when he saw the condition she was in. Her eyes were glazed, half-open as she stared at him. Her mouth was hanging open a crack, barely exposing the tips of her fangs. He didn’t think it was possible, but she looked even paler than usual, her skin having gone an obviously unnatural ashen. The dark circles around her eyes had gotten worse, deepening to the point where she looked like she had gotten a little overzealous with her makeup. The orange-red of her eyes had gotten stronger, intensifying into an acute oddity that even someone with limited knowledge of vampires would be able to recognize.

Smiling more, Maximus simply looked her up and down, saying nothing for a few seconds. Taking a step closer to her, he tried not to chuckle as he asked “Yes?...What is it, fang-face? Something on your mind?” Sabrina quietly swallowed some excess saliva, then mumbled out “I...Had to see you. Before the sun even set, I made my way here. I really needed to see you.” Maximus smiled from ear to ear, his eyes narrowing. Sabrina kept her chin down, rather meekly looking up into his eyes from behind her spectacles. His voice dropping to an under-the-breath murmur, he said “Is that so? You know, you’re not looking too good. Are you feeling sick, at all? Heh heh...” Sabrina’s eyes darted off to the side, then shifted back to his. Her voice was soft, almost a quiet protest, as if her condition was somehow his fault. “...I haven’t been able to feed, the last two days...I’m getting close to the danger mark. If I don’t feed by sunrise...”

Maximus shrugged. Rather callously, he said “So? Don’t look at me, I’m not about to be your donor.” Sabrina’s breathing started to deepen. She reached up from inside her cloak, grabbing at his armour from over his stomach. Her voice was starting to take on a noticeably desperate twinge, even cracking, once or twice. “That’s not what I came here for, Maximus...Please...Enough is enough. It’s been almost a week, now...I can’t stop thinking about it. I-” Maximus grinned, but it faded as a figure marched towards the two from behind. The gruff voice of a guard came growling out, demanding “Hey, what’s going on, here?” Maximus made a quick, and rather risky considering the circumstances, decision. Stepping even closer to Sabrina, he wrapped his free arm around her, hiding her pallid face by burying it against the side of his neck.

Sabrina pressed her lips tight together. Her eyes widened, then started to roll back. Droplets of sweat broke out on her forehead. Her breathing grew laboured. Maximus knew this wasn’t a position she could last long in, but if she so much as grazed him with a tooth, he would make her regret it. Besides, he knew they wouldn’t need long. He brought his free hand to the back of her head, partially pulling her hood back up in the process. Looking over his shoulder, he grinned a little sheepishly at the approaching guardsman. “Eh heh, sorry. This here’s my wife, she’s had a bit too much to drink, I’m afraid. You know how it is...Put a bit of wine in them, and they want you to put a bit more in them, if you know what I mean. Heh heh.”

The guard let off a loud sniff. Giving the two a dismissive wave, he said “Hmph. Well...No lollygaggin’. Just take it inside, or I’ll fine you.” Sabrina slowly pushed herself up against Maximus, one of her arms looping around his waist. Maximus grinned widely when she started pushing her bosom up against his chest, intentionally squeezing her massive globes against his armour. On top of that, he could even feel a particular bulge pressing against him, down below...Unless the slutty vampire had taken to keeping a dagger in her skirt, it would be pretty hard to explain what was poking at him.

Maximus turned around, keeping his hand to the back of Sabrina’s head all the while. With their arms wrapped around one another, it was easy to mistake them for lovers, giving them a perfect disguise to slip out of Markarth without incident. Sabrina walked close beside Maximus, keeping her face smothered against Maximus’ neck, feigning drunken imbalance by wobbling, every now and then. A pair of kind guards opened the large front doors to the city for the duo, freeing them from having to break their little embrace. Finally, once they were outside, Sabrina pulled her head back with a whining gasp. Fully pulling her hood up, she took a step back from Maximus, putting him at arm’s length.

Maximus was quick to misinterpret her actions. He looked over at her, brow sinking. Well, that was a fine way to thank him. His quick thinking had probably saved her life, and this was how she repaid him? By pushing him away? Before Maximus could say anything, however, he heard Svetlana call his name, prompting him to look over. Svetlana and the Dunmer stood nearby, the both of them keeping their hands on their hips. In mild annoyance, Svetlana threw her arms up, calling out “We were waiting for ages! Where in Oblivion were you?”

Maximus glanced at Sabrina, then started walking towards Svetlana. His mood lightening again, he jokingly said “I was busy flirting with a High Elf. Did you get the stuff?” Svetlana and the Dunmer glanced at one another in shock. The Dunmer quietly raised her eyebrows. Svetlana looked back at Maximus, trying not to trip over her words. “Y-Yeah, um...We bought more than enough. Can we go get Bunny and take our baths, now?” Maximus grinned. After a few seconds of apparent hesitation, Sabrina followed after Maximus, pulling her cloak tight around herself as she scampered behind him.

The four companions found Bunny hidden not far from the gates to the city, sitting in some shrubbery by a small farm. Maximus, having already uncorked one of the Dunmer’s fetched bottles of mead, swigged mouthfuls as he led the group towards a stream not far from Markarth. After a few minutes of walking down a dark, narrow path, the group came out to a small, grassy clearing, down below an overhanging stone bridge. The water, Maximus reckoned, would be about waist-high, perfect for bathing. Maximus briefly gestured around with his mead bottle, commenting “This is perfect, we’ll spend the night here. Shouldn’t be a problem to have a fire, either, considering we’re so close to the city. Good spot to take baths, too.”

Sabrina quickly glanced around, making sure nobody outside of the group was around. Obviously growing more and more agitated, she pulled her stifling cloak away from herself, tossing it aside. When Bunny noticed Sabrina’s condition, she gave a start. Her eyes widening, she innocently said “Whoa, um...Sabrina, are you feeling alright? You look really-” “For the love of...Yes, I know, I look like filth. By Julianos, just shut up, already!” Bunny recoiled, giving a visible tremor at Sabrina’s unexpected tone. Everyone looked over at Sabrina. Both Svetlana and the Dunmer gained wary expressions, while Maximus simply raised an eyebrow.

Sabrina glanced around at everyone, blinking a few times in rapid succession. Her mouth started hanging open, and for a second, it seemed like she was trying to apologize. Before the words came out, however, she turned and started walking off, quickly fading into the shadows. Maximus made a bit of a face, giving the others a bored glance. Nodding, he muttered out “I’ll take care of it.” The three ladies left behind watched him walk off, his footsteps quickly falling silent.

Svetlana took a step closer to Bunny, comfortingly touching her shoulder. Quietly, she said “Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault.” Bunny didn’t say anything, simply giving the priestess a silent glance. Svetlana slowly turned back towards the Dunmer, giving her a solemn look. “You know, when a vampire doesn’t get any blood, they don’t starve like a normal person would. The vampire actually just gets stronger. If this isn’t taken care of, Sabrina could end up being a threat to all of us. We should be careful not to give her too much of our trust.” The Dunmer gave a little nod in understanding. She glanced off in the direction that both Sabrina and Maximus had disappeared in. “I’ll keep an eye on them, make sure nothing happens.” The dark elf walked off to the side, slipping into the darkness.

Sabrina walked a fair stretch away from the campsite, pacing into a secluded spot near a clump of jutting stones. She raised a hand to her forehead, sighing deeply as she considered her outburst. When she heard Maximus walk into the space from behind her, she dropped her arm, quickly turning around to face him. Raising her eyebrows, she hurried up to him, hastily saying “I’m sorry, Maximus, I don’t know what came over me. Y-” Maximus raised a hand, cutting her off. His eyes were narrowed to slits, yet a sly smile had spread on his face. Firmly, he stated “Yes, you do. You know exactly what has you so grumpy. So do I, I felt it, back in Markarth. Why don’t you start by admitting it, and then maybe, maybe, we’ll do something about it.”

Sabrina took in a little breath, exhaling quietly. The agitation in her eyes had completely vanished, leaving behind a humble neediness. Sabrina simply gazed at him, for a moment or two, before mumbling out “...It’s been almost a week, since the last time...I can’t take it, anymore. It’s driving me insane...I thought I could do it, at first...But the last two days, it’s just been on my mind, constantly. I had perfect opportunities to feed, but I just couldn’t concentrate...I couldn’t even sleep, today. It kept bugging me.” Maximus’ smile spread to a little grin. Slightly raising his chin at her, he teased her, dredging up more humiliation. “What kept bugging you? I have no idea what you mean, Sabrina.”

Sabrina lowered her chin, looking up at him unsurely. She couldn’t bring herself to answer him with words, so she resorted to showing him. Quietly, she lifted up the front of her skirt, putting her frilly pink panties on display. Maximus nearly laughed. Well, she wasn’t kidding! It was pretty clear to see that she was pent up to an uncomfortable degree, the fatter than usual bulge in her underwear proved she was pretty engorged with backed-up sludge. Sabrina’s eyes started going a little dewy with frustration. Faintly, she murmured out “When you banned me from touching myself, I thought you were gonna keep your promise of bedding me, every night...Or, had you forgotten that?...”

Maximus’ brow sank, but his grin stretched from ear to ear. He quickly approached her, causing her to drop her skirt, backing up. Maximus marched up to her until she backed up against a large rock, momentarily quaking as she found herself trapped. Maximus came right up to her, standing within kissing distance. Planting a hand against the rock from over her shoulder, feeling her bosom brush against his chest whenever she took in a deep breath, he didn’t speak right away, giving her a chance to squirm.

Unbeknownst to them both, the Dunmer wasn’t far, having ducked behind a small boulder. Peeking out from around a corner in the stone, she watched the two with narrow eyes, waiting for Sabrina to give her an excuse to intervene.

Maximus had a noticeably amused tone of voice. Chuckling briefly, he said “Well, well, well. You remember that, huh? I’m surprised, considering this is coming from the girl who wouldn’t stop blubbering for me to stop...” Sabrina’s cheeks slowly started getting a bit of colour, but her new paleness kept her blush fairly invisible. Rather timidly, she mumbled out “Of...Of course I want it. You already know that...I think about it, every day. I’d do anything, for you...Anything you want. Just please, I can’t bear it, anymore...”

Maximus raised an eyebrow. He shifted the hand over her shoulder, bringing it to her face. Her breathing was already deepening, but once he brushed his thumb across her lips, her eyes steadily began to glaze over. With his free hand, he grabbed her hip, pulling her a little closer towards him. Grabbing her thick, curvy bubble butt elicited a little gasp from Sabrina, proving just how needy she had become, how desperate he had made her. Pushing his teasing even further, Maximus grinned and muttered “Is that so?...Because, you know, I distinctly recall you begging me to stop, over and over again...Right up until the end. Do you remember what you said, then?...”

The Dunmer’s eyes widened as a rather healthy tent started rising in Sabrina’s skirt, pink panties becoming visible as a thick manhood rocketed up to full attention. A little breathlessly, Sabrina whimpered out “I said I loved it...That I was your fang-face...” Maximus raised an eyebrow. “Did you mean it?” Her rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip, practically able to feel her nipples poking through her shirt. She mumbled in the affirmative, giving his thumb a kiss. When she tried wrapping her lips around his thumb, he abruptly released her, taking a step back as he pulled both arms away from her. Panting, excited, Sabrina simply looked at him, an animal-like lack of understanding in her eyes.

Maximus chuckled darkly. “Prove it. Prove that you were telling the truth. Strip.” Sabrina’s eyes lit up. Finally! She truly didn’t care how he did it, she just needed to get milked! Even if it was in the usual Colon Calamity fashion, she just needed blessed relief! Eager to get what she craved, she immediately began to get nude, almost tearing her own clothes right off of her body.

The Dunmer felt her face begin to burn as she watched, her heart beginning to thump within her breast. “Keep it chaste,” yeah right. The Dunmer always knew Maximus wouldn’t have kept Sabrina around if he wasn’t doing something with her. He didn’t exactly strike her as the type to settle for just eye candy. As she watched the scene unfold, her leggings began to get...Unreasonably constricting. Just the heat, that was all. The exertion from maintaining her squat for so long, and nothing more...Right? Damn right!

Sabrina tossed her clothes into a little pile by her feet, slipping out of even her stockings, leaving herself completely, utterly naked. Maximus’ grin relaxed into an arrogant smirk, his eyes darting up and down along her nude form. Sabrina actually smiled a little, taking a few steps closer to him, breasts jiggling and manhood bobbing. With her reward imminent, her usual confidence began to return. She had done everything he had wanted, so far...She had helped him at every available opportunity, and now it was time for her sweet release. Without thinking, she raised a hand to his chest, her eyelids dropping as she started leaning in.

Maximus immediately leaned back, a little. Sabrina noticed right away, pausing in response. She opened her eyes, looking at him blankly. His smirk persisting, he raised an eyebrow at her. The little rejection robbed Sabrina of her bubbling confidence, putting a crestfallen sheen in her eyes. She looked away from his eyes, trying not to sigh. Maximus raised his hands to her shoulders, beginning to push her downwards. Sabrina instantly complied, slowly dropping to her knees, despite looking up at him in confusion. He couldn’t be thinking about that...Could he? But...That’d be foolish. Ridiculously so, in fact. Who in their right mind would trust a vampire with such a thing, especially a hungry vampire? It was practically suicide! She must be mistaken, that was the only logical explanation. What did he really want her to do?

The Dunmer’s eyes went wide like saucers. Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable! Well, this answered the question that had been whispered between the girls. They had all been wondering who was the aggressive one between the two, and this made it abundantly clear that Maximus was the dominant one. Never mind the fact that he was about to try sticking his meat in a vampire’s mouth, it was juicy enough just figuring out who took the rod and whip, so to speak. The Dunmer almost giggled like a little girl, smiling wickedly to herself. Could she potentially use this to her advantage?...Would it be possible to turn the tables, on Maximus?

Before she could contemplate any further on her lurid fantasies of blackmail and revenge, her eyes began to wander. Maximus had discarded his fauld, exposing his groin. Slowly, the Dunmer lost her smile. The scene was getting more intense, more enticing. Sabrina, sitting on her knees in front of Maximus...Fat, drooling rod jutting up from her lap...Massive breasts rising and falling with every surging breath she took...Mouth hanging open with Maximus’ tool just a few inches from her face...The Dunmer blinked hard after staring for several seconds, briefly shaking her head. It made her feel like a perverted wretch, watching like she was. It was clear that there was no conflict between Maximus and Sabrina, at least not in the traditional sense...And yet, the Dunmer didn’t think to leave. She could only imagine what Svetlana would say...

Maximus grinned down at Sabrina, his eyes narrowed to slits. No ordinary individual would try what he was about to do, he knew that fully well. No ordinary individual would find themselves in this kind of position, however, now would they? This was a test, a test of trust, a test of Sabrina’s self-control. Call it an insane hunch, if you will, but Maximus believed Sabrina would pass with flying colours. Maximus brought a hand to her face, once more brushing his thumb across her plump lips, slowly circling her mouth. Sabrina, hands helplessly fidgeting over her knees, closed her eyes, trying to follow his thumb.

Maximus spoke slowly, making sure Sabrina heard and understood every single word. “Well, fang-face...First, prove you love it. Prove you love taking it by tasting it. Prove that, and we might move on to better things...” He watched Sabrina glance downwards, her eyes momentarily crossing as she focused on the swollen tip near her face. Looking back up to his eyes, she mumbled out “B-But...Are you sure?...I mean...”

Maximus slipped his hand away from her face. Normally, he would’ve taken any woman in Sabrina’s position by the back of her head, rammed into her mouth, and whistled a little ditty to cover the gagging sounds, but even he wasn’t that reckless. In this situation, a little tact would go a long way. Putting his fists to his hips, he took a step closer to her, nearly poking her lips. Briefly chuckling, he said “Well, obviously, we’re going to have to do things a little differently than usual...But, that’s all a part of the fun. If I was in the mood for someone’s throat, I’d try on miss dagger-ears. Get your lips on this, and that’s it. Prove you have some restraint.”

Sabrina nodded, looking down at his turgid man meat. Leaning forward, she closed the gap between them, shyly sticking out the tip of her tongue. Maximus watched her touch her slimy mouth muscle to the underside of his tip, sharply licking upwards, making him bob. Sabrina’s rock-hard baton bounced a few times, the sappy pre-cum flowing from her flared tip betraying her interest. Her eyes started going dewy, again. She was so unbelievably desperate for relief, and yet, she simply couldn’t resist him. She couldn’t deny him. She felt compelled to do everything he said...Especially if he promised a reward, after.

The Dunmer’s face was ebon with excitement. Sabrina had taken the plunge, wrapping her inflated lips around his tip, slowly suckling like a babe. At first, her movements were fairly deliberate, but as she became more familiar with the taste of his pleaser, she became more obvious with her excitement. Rubbing her lips back and forth across the end of his rod, she rhythmically sucked rather hard on his tip, every now and then sloppily swirling her tongue around the head. Sabrina’s own rod, meanwhile, would twitch erratically, steadily weeping droplets and strings of pre-cum. Watching the lewd tryst eventually made the Dunmer push her hand into her leggings, the pickpocket completely oblivious to her own masturbation.

Maximus grinned, nodding approvingly. Using an authoritative tone once more, he said “Good...You like the taste, don’t you?” Sabrina lightly nodded, gazing up at him as she kept suckling. Maximus chuckled darkly.

“You wish you could taste the whole thing, don’t you?”

Sabrina passively nodded again, a few slurping sounds rising up as her lips tightened around his tip.

“That’s too bad, really. With those teeth of your’s, it’s never going to happen...But, that doesn’t mean we can’t have different kinds of fun.”

Sabrina’s eyes hopefully widened. Was it release time, yet? Could she finally unload her burden? Maximus grinned evilly, his brow sinking at her. His more sadistic side bubbling to the surface, he chuckled at her hope. Not just yet, silly vampire. Not just yet.

“Yep, that’s right, fang-face...You might not be able to suck on the whole thing, but that doesn’t mean you won’t ever be able to get a mouthful of my gunk. We’re just going to have to get creative.”

The hope in Sabrina’s eyes vanished. Despite that, her veiny manhood gave a great bounce, a spurt of pre-cum practically forcing itself out of her. A few off-white droplets followed, trailing down the underside of her shaft. Dark glee lit up Maximus’ eyes, his grin getting even bigger. Reaching downwards, he gave her left breast a fondle, playing with her massive, malleable mound. “Prove you’re really my fang-face toy...Prove you’re still my anal-loving butt-slut. A real Anal Queen would prove her devotion by getting me off, before she was allowed to bend over. Are you still my butt-slut?” He punctuated his question by tweaking her nipple, giving the stiff nub a little pinch and twist.

Crocodile tears started trickling from the corners of her eyes, making her mascara run. Desperately, she sat up on her knees, looking up into his eyes so fast that her spectacles were nearly thrown from her face. In the process, she let his tip pop from her lips, running over her chin as she rose up. Pitifully, she whined out “Y-Yes...Yes, I swear! I’m your slut! I’ll do anything you want, just please, give it to me!” The Dunmer was biting hard on her bottom lip, hand furiously shaking around in her leggings, wiggling back and forth. Playing with herself like a horny little girl, the dark elf’s face was getting slick with sweat, exposing her proximity to her finish. Considering she was about to give her clothes a washing, it didn’t really matter anymore if she squirted in her leggings, did it?

Obediently following Maximus’ instructions, the domesticated vampire pressed her immense breasts together, burying his tool in her soft, clammy cleavage. Playing with her own nipples in the process, Sabrina gently rocked her bosom back and forth, massaging him with her pillows. Maximus smiled down at her, watching her with a pleased look in his eyes. He didn’t see the need in telling her that this was actually his first time using a woman’s breasts, in this fashion. No point in inflating her ego. Sabrina gazed up at him as she worked herself, her mouth hanging open. Maximus grinned when a trickle of drool ran over her bottom lip, quickly rolling down her chin.

Sabrina quickly noticed, trying to hide it by tilting her head forwards. Watching Maximus’ sizeable timber pass through her cleavage, however, simply made her fidget with excitement. She couldn’t watch his red tip pop in and out of her cleavage for long before she dunked her head down, trying to wrap her lips around him. Maximus sighed, subtly closing his eyes as the vampire kissed at him. Her enthusiasm started to rub her lipstick off on his skin, leaving crimson streaks around his end.

The Dunmer had to slap her free hand over her mouth just to keep herself from crying out, her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy. Her hand was waving back and forth between her thighs fast enough to be a blur. She whimpered in her throat, a few droplets of sweat trickling down her ebony-hued face. She reared up a little, arching her back. The crotch of her leggings abruptly developed a rather large wet spot, which grew exponentially over the span of a few seconds. The Dunmer’s breathing sharply slowed down, reducing to quiet huffing and puffing. Tiredly opening her eyes as her hand slowed down, she dropped her other hand from her mouth, peeking out at Maximus and Sabrina one last time.

She caught them right at the big, messy finish. Maximus had just pulled away from Sabrina’s bust, bringing himself back up to Sabrina’s mouth. Sabrina instinctively knew what he wanted, and she complied almost gleefully. If nothing else, the way she eagerly wrapped her lips around his tip and fiercely suckled proved how excited she was to taste his seed. With one hand, she fondled his undercarriage, and with the other, she stroked his shaft as hard as she could, pumping her fist blindingly quickly. Mad with lust like she was, Sabrina moaned urgently in her throat, begging him to feed her. Maximus leaned his head back at the point of no return, his jaw tightening.

The Dunmer saw Sabrina’s eyes widen. Her hands slowed down, but never stopped. She kept playing with his orbs, trying to coax out as much batter as she could. Her pumping fist kept a firm rhythm, relentlessly trying to milk his payload. Her lips tightened around his tip, greedily suckling as hard as ever, refusing to let go until he had given her every drop. Sabrina’s breathing turned to panting as her mouthful of cream grew, the colour of her face steadily growing redder and redder. Sabrina’s manhood twitched a few times, barely giving a little hop before a long, sticky string of pre-cum started drooling from her tip. Several off-white lumps trickled through the sappy gunk, running down to the dirt.

Seeing the fierce, headstrong vampire getting off on a mouthful of lust almost made the Dunmer giggle. Sabrina was still a dangerous creature, no doubt, but it was nice to see that Maximus could keep her in line. If nothing else, she was clearly under Maximus’ sway. Not surprising, really, considering the Imperial’s biggest talent seemed to be influencing people. As Maximus told Sabrina to swish and taste his seed, the Dunmer wiped off her soaked hand on some grass, then quietly slipped away. The show was over, and she had...Rather shamefully...Gotten her jollies. Ah, well. Nobody had to know, right? Not unless she thought one of the two needed to be knocked down a peg, at least.

Maximus smiled, his eyes half-closed. Sabrina’s left cheek puffed up, then her right, then back to her left. She briefly closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Her throat tensed for a moment, and then, his whole batch of cream was on it’s way to her stomach. Still breathing a little heavily, Sabrina opened her mouth in a wide “0,” sticking out the tip of her tongue. Maximus made a show of inspecting her mouth, already knowing full well that she had swallowed his rather thick load. He chuckled under his breath.

“Good girl, that’s the way it’s done. Maybe we’ll even do this again, some time...Only if you stay good, though. Bad girls get spanked.”

“Y...Yeah. I remember. Gods, do I remember.”

“Heh heh. Ready for another round?”

Sabrina’s eyes lit up. She nodded eagerly, smiling widely. Maximus grinned wickedly.

“Well...Since you were so good and didn’t diddle yourself even once, I’ll let you take this one up the ass. Wh-”

Sabrina, reduced to a mindless, aching harlot, gasped joyously. Finally! She jumped to her feet without listening to another word, bolting over to a nearby rock. Spacing her feet wide apart, she bent over far, putting her hands to the boulder as she presented her big, wobbling tush, her swollen, aching orbs hanging just beneath. Biting on her bottom lip, whimpering excitedly, she shook her hips to and fro, begging him to fill her the way she so deeply needed. Maximus just chuckled.

He was impressed with himself; reducing Sabrina to such a wanton slut was quite an achievement, he should consider trying it out on the others, too. Then again, Sabrina’s new state probably wouldn’t last very long...Once she had taken a load up her fat bum and gotten to pour her built-up sludge all over the ground, she’d probably revert back to her usual self. Ah, well. It was still a valuable learning experience, for her...

Once the Dunmer reached the others, she started pulling off her armour and clothes. Svetlana curiously raised an eyebrow at her. “Well? You were gone for a little while...Is everything alright, between them?” The Dunmer sheepishly nodded, stripping herself nude without shame, walking into the water with her clothes bundled in her arms. Svetlana briefly threw up her hands. Firmly, she demanded to know what Maximus and Sabrina were doing. Could their conflict resolution truly take over twenty minutes? Just how many issues were they working out? The Dunmer said nothing, sinking down into the water, trying to hide her flush face.

Svetlana sighed once she had given up on asking. Beginning to slip out of her priestess robe, she looked over at Bunny, asking her to get the campsite ready by collecting some wood for a fire. She promised that, once she was finished bathing, she’d take over and dig a pit to cook dinner over. Bunny agreeably got to work, collecting as many branches as possible from nearby trees, scavenging without complaint. Twenty minutes later, Maximus and Sabrina finally walked back into the budding campsite. Sabrina quietly cleared her throat, smiling a little as Maximus slipped his hand out from under her skirt, finishing up his last little grope at her backside.

The Dunmer was still soaking in the river, barely keeping her chin above the surface as she sat down in the cool water. Out of the corners of her eyes, she stared at the two of them, still trying to come to grips with the idea that the two of them had just had themselves a little roll in the proverbial hay. Oh, if only Svetlana knew...Once the girls had all found out Sabrina’s secret, Svetlana was the one that would start drooling whenever her mind wandered, not the Dunmer. That had once been a point of pride, for the pickpocket. She supposed she couldn’t consider herself superior on that count, anymore...

Svetlana and Bunny stood up from their fire pit, quickly walking towards the two of them. While Bunny seemed somewhat indifferent, Svetlana was openly annoyed with them both. Putting her hands to her hips, she reprimanded them like a scolding mother, chastising them for making her worry. “Where in Ysmir’s beard have you two been? It’s been at least an hour since you disappeared! What in-?” Sabrina cut Svetlana off by raising an arm, shooting a tiny fireball into the fire pit, instantly igniting the thick bundle of branches that Bunny had collected. Calmly, Sabrina said “Sorry if I made you worry. Don’t blame Maximus, it’s my fault we took so long...I’m feeling much better, now. In fact...”

Looking over at Bunny, Sabrina gave her a smile. Genuine remorse was in her voice as she apologized. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, before...You didn’t deserve it, Bunny. I was just in a bad mood.” Bubbles drifted up in front of the Dunmer’s face, her crimson eyes wildly rolling. Both Bunny and Svetlana raised their eyebrows, utterly disarmed by Sabrina’s dramatically altered attitude. Caught off-guard by the sincere apology, Bunny stammered for a moment, then smiled in embarrassment. “Um, that’s alright, don’t worry about it. I should’ve known that you’d be pretty conscious of your appearance. Didn’t need me pointing out something you already know.”

“Like, that streaked makeup on your cheeks. Were you crying?” Svetlana asked, taking a few steps towards Sabrina, ready to comfort her if need be. Maximus immediately distanced himself from Sabrina, trying not to snicker and grin as he made for the fire. Sabrina gave him a subtle glare, then started rubbing at her cheeks with the backs of her hands. Clearing her throat again, she casually said “Yeah, uh...A little. I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just change the subject, don’t worry about me.” Sabrina quickly stepped closer to Svetlana, almost bumping into her side as she walked by. Svetlana nearly missed the whisper, and despite catching it, she couldn’t understand it. What did Sabrina mean by “act normal”?

As Sabrina walked over to Maximus, the Dunmer finally began to pull herself from the stream, holding her bundle of soaked clothes in front of her groin. Her back turned to the camp, she squeezed down on her clothes as hard as she could, trying to drain out as much water as possible. Coming up beside Maximus, Sabrina let out a little titter, asking him what was planned for dinner. When Maximus looked at her in confusion, wondering exactly what the vampire meant by “dinner,” he felt her touch his lower back. Subtly leaning in, she whispered “Keep your sword handy...”

Maximus’ eyes drifted off towards the nearby hills. Sabrina gave his armour a little tug, hissing out “Don’t, they’re watching...Don’t fall asleep.” Maximus looked at her, his jaw clenching. Sabrina made it a point to laugh loudly, rather convincingly covering for his lack of an audible response to her question. Suddenly becoming the life of the party, Sabrina took Maximus by the arm, pulling him towards the stream. In an uncharacteristically playful tone, she said “C’mon, Max, it’s our turn for a bath. Jump in, with me!”

As Sabrina practically skipped into the water, dragging Maximus behind her all the while, the Dunmer quickly ran out of the water, giving them both a dirty look. Bunny called out “Watch out for slaughterfish! Those things can come around when you least expect it!” Svetlana quietly walked over to the fire pit, beginning to pull provisions from the group’s shrinking supply sack. As the Dunmer spread her clothes and armour out by the fire to dry, Bunny smiled pleasantly and said “Isn’t it nice that Sabrina’s warmed up, so much? I wonder what was bothering her?...Maximus must’ve really cheered her up.”

Through clenched teeth, the Dunmer muttered under her breath, glancing upwards in aggravation.
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